A Pink Flower

I was a little girl, a pink flower
Till she embraced me in the showers
With time, I withered, my pink petals fell
This shameful secret, I could not tell

I was a little girl, a pink flower
Till she fondled me in the showers
I longed for her touch, my pink petals fell
Guilt or sheer pleasure? I could not tell

I was a little girl, a pink flower
Now filled with guilt in the showers
I felt, in my hands, my pink petals fell
But now this secret, to you I tell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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